There were always patches on our clotheshiding lots of minor rips and holes we never knew our clothes weren’t newwe thought we were the privileged few How could we ever have knownin your world, we did not belong we felt we were the fortunate onesmom kept on mending though never done...
The memory of watching mama’s mouth turn upwards into a smileI have kept Safe through the years; it’s helped me thru life’s miles Even to this day, I can see Her smile, the image somewhat fadedIt was clear to me that day she must have been elated Children playing everywhere, mama...
My mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the fashion plate kindA fancy dress and high heels on her you wouldn’t find She walked the runway daily and tirelessly; I...
Mama used salve to heal all our partsWhen Crushed in spirit and broken hearts Mother always knew the right words to sayThen smiled and hurried us off to play Mamas day always filled to the brimBusy in the kitchen yet, singing a hymn Some days as I try to recall her...
There are days when I think about my mama And I see her ways as she goes about her day as if she hasn’t a care in the world That is never true of just any mama, and with 14 children I get a headache thinking about a 6-hour visit from...
The only time I remember my mama came to our creek Was because she heard her girls and my cousin were involved in a streak The truth of the matter was we were skinny dipping But mostly throwing mud at each other, and it was dripping We had planned a good...
As a small girl my favorite memory of my motheralways involved the kitchen in one way or another I always awoke to the wonderful smellsOf bacon and biscuits, you could always tell My mama always had a smile on her face when she cookedYou could tell she loved doing it by...
When mama wraps her arms around you You feel her comfort through and through It’s a protective gesture on her part It comes so naturally from her heart Mamas know that children need her okay While they are near and while they are at play The Mothers touch as she pats...
Mother when did you have private moments Your life must have been an endless daily event Fourteen active children running under your feet As your making meals and yummy treats for us to eat I never woke before you, you were always the first to rise We slowly trailed each other...
